Organized Konfusion - Stress (The Extinction Agenda)

I'm going to spare you the usual pretence of my having any idea of what I'm talking about, mainly because A) I have no idea how familiar most of you are with this album and I don't want to come off as patronizing and B) I really don't feel like writing three paragraphs just so safari can crash and lose everything I've written (you wouldn't believe how many posts haven't appeared because my internet crashed right at the end and I subsequently through a little fit and gave up). So I'll just say I've been playing this album in my trusty walkman and in my friend's respective cars (much to their bewilderment). In terms of production, it's one of the darkest and nastiest hip-hop records I've heard (more than the average person but less than people who write about them for a living) which is ofcourse helped by both rappers present, including the ever fantastic Pharaohe Monch, doing their best b-movie villan voices. Both the ever annoying backpack crew and equally as annoying "fuck backpackers" crew seem to love this record. So something for everyone then? No. Just people who like dark, brooding, semi-primal hip-hop.

Organized Konfusion - Stress
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